Melancholia of The Drunk

For those who missed Christmas, and boxing day. Those who certainly missed my birthday. This is for you. Those whom we wished to be here but never was. Those who begun January, and never made it to December. This is for you. I’d love to tell you, that Christmas came and went. In an instant,… Read more

The only time that I got afraid was when I asked your Mom to marry me. She never said YES! But that doesn’t explain why you grew up without a father. I never met your Mom in the fanciest of places. It was never in a restaurant. It wasn’t during one cold Evening in some… Read more

She found hope in the lies. It was her only abode. The only truth she believed in. So when she got to know the truth she was adamant to believe it. She called them lies. She screamed “stop, stop, stop” She wanted to hear none of it. She blurted out amidst her tears, thumping on… Read more

As I stood there, waiting to take her hand, I calculated the possibilities of a dream coming true. As she walked towards me, eyes glowing, with a perfect radiant smile knitted on the sleeves of her face, the world stood profoundly and held their chins, with awe laced on the creases of their eyes, her… Read more

Nudely dressed, with a towel wrapped around her waist, a black bra holding on to her stiff busts, she sits at the edge of her bed, in her bedsitter apartment, eyes soliciting me, in a way that no woman nor girl has ever stared at me with. They seem heavy with sleep, some sort of… Read more